The gypsy fortune teller said, let's begin then.
Stay away from men named Tom,
And poisonous creatures of every description.
Then she sipped her tea
And the silence stretched out
Anything else? I asked, a little pointedly.
Of course, she said,
And nodded, yes even winked, at me.
Again she sipped her tea
Which habit was becoming
Rather annoying to me.
Well? I demanded. What?
And pitch men of every stripe.
And milksops of all persuasions and natures.
Be suspicious of bishops
And high churchmen of all denominations,
But most of all,
Remember that cheap hair spray is an abomination.
What do you recommend? I inquired,
Simply wanting the whole thing to end.
Epoxy or polyurethane.
Cat gut or monkey brains.
I'll be leaving now, I said.
She just sipped her tea
And wiggled her ears
Quite thoroughly amazingly.